Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 19

Stella

Bubbles of joy fill my chest, and my response to Evan is to smile. He is probably not my mate, but does it matter? I wish to tell him I like him too, even though I suspect he already knows. Every touch is electric, and this gorgeous, beautiful vampire seems to listen to what I'm not saying.

He listens to my heart.

And he is kind, at least to me.

"Why are you laughing to yourself?" Evan asks.

I suck in a deep breath. "Because I'm nervous."

His lips curl further. "And why are you nervous?"

Our eyes meet, and I blush, fighting the urge to throw my arms around Evan's muscular neck. I like that he is big, and love the size difference between us, especially when he picks me up. Evan is sexy.

I lean closer.

Wanting. Needing.

Yearning to kiss and hold him.

His lips tilt into a broader smile, and my heart pounds.

Everything is perfect.

But our moment of looking at each other is interrupted when a tree suddenly falls behind us. Branches break, and there is a weird growl that sounds demonic.

"What was that?" Evan asks.

We exchange glances and turn our heads, staring at a weird creature that doesn't belong in our forest or even this world. The longer I stare at it, the less it seems to fit in with the trees and ferns. The creature is horrifying.

It has the body of a bear but the head of an insect, which is rather disturbing at its sheer monstrous size. It has a clipping mouth and eyes reminding me of those of a fly. There is a sound coming from it that sounds like "kekekekekekeke" as it rapidly moves its mandibular teeth.

"What the hell..." Evan stands up, sniffing the air and then revealing his sharp teeth. He moves to stand in front of me, ready to protect me from what must be a demon. "It must be another demon."

"Probably" Evan glances to the side. "There is more than one."

I look to my left and right, noticing more of the same creature. The creatures are creeping in on us but seeming to hesitate a little. It must be because they can't recognize our smell. "What do we do-" my words die and get replaced with a scream when one of the demonic bear ants attack me.

It tackles me onto my back, drawing blood from my chest by pressing claws into my skin.

Evan hisses in response, and his face transforms into his vampiric one with red eyes and sharp teeth.

I watch him, wide-eyed, as he attacks the bear ant towering over me. He moves at lightning speed, digging his claws into the monster's skin to throw it away from me. Evan is powerful.

He just threw away a f*****g bear.

I stare up at him. His muscles are straining against the fabric of his clothes as he glares at our enemies. And while now isn't the time to ogle him, he is sizzling hot.

"You got to transform!" Evan's red eyes meet mine while he pants. He hisses to threaten the bear ants. "Today, Stella..."

My heart is hammering inside my chest. I know Evan is correct, but shape-shifting isn't something that comes easily to me. People say silver wolves are supposedly strong, but I feel weak.

"I can't!" I exclaim with tears in my eyes, knowing Evan will think I'm f*****g useless. "I don't know how to transform!"

"Sure you do."

"No, I don't!"

Evan smiles at me. "Stella, look at me."

"I am."

"Now, try to relax and think of a person you wish to protect. That's how your kind originally came to be. Werewolves exist to protect humans against vampires. So think of something or someone who is close to your heart, more special than anybody else." I continue to study his face, but the bear ants attack, and Evan rushes in to protect me. He hisses at them, throws some away, and uses his magical powers to throw a few others into the trees.

But more of these weird creatures keeps crawling up from the depth of the forest. Clipping with their monstrous teeth and making that strange noise. There is no end to them. Guilt eats me away as Evan fights.

It wasn't long ago since he was severely injured. I suspect he hasn't had enough time to heal. He has thrown off his clothes, and a sheen of sweat glistens over his smooth skin.

For a moment, I don't think he needs my help. But then one of the ants bites his arm, and Evan cries out in pain. Rage washes over his face, but there are more of the demons.

“F**k-f**k-f**k!" Evan yells and kicks with his legs when more of the monsters arrive to bite him. Blood splashes everywhere when one of them digs its teeth into his leg. "I haven't had enough time to recover my magic-you either need to transform or give me your blood!"

Panic hits me, and my heart rate accelerates. I stand up from the ground and dash forward to save Evan. I'm not sure how, but my hands are replaced by paws in the heat of the moment.

Adrenaline pumps inside of me. I can do this! I leap forward, ready to assist my boyfriend. I'm on all fours, covered in silver fur, and use my teeth to help Evan break free.

I trash my head to the left and right, growling at the ant while Evan hands me a grateful smile after he is no longer seized.

"Thank you."

My ears fold by themselves, and I feel pride rise when Evan reaches out a hand to pet me. The danger isn't over, but I'm already considering the option of flopping around to let him scratch my belly.

I just want to be touched and petted.

Seriously, even in my wolf form, I'm such a needy slut regarding this beautiful vampire.

"It's a little bit odd that your wolf is so large when you're a female and not an alpha," Evan sounds thoughtful. "It must have something to do with you being a silver wolf. You rival a horse right now. It's a bit frightening." My tongue sticks out from the side of my mouth.

I didn't give it much thought, but Evan is tiny compared to me. I wonder if I could wrestle with him? Probably not-the guy threw away a bear ant without breaking into a sweat.

Evan is ruthless.

And scary.

He could easily bench press me in my human form...

"Here they come, Stella. Get ready."

My thoughts are pushed aside as I eye more enemies crawl up from nowhere. There doesn't seem to be an end to them.

"Interesting," Evan glances at me. His eyes are glowing red, and wrinkles have appeared on his nose, hinting at irritation. "Your favorite alpha is on his way-Raphael and his pack."